I was sat on the sofa, reading, with my legs on Liam’s lap while he played PlayStation with Jake, when the phone rang. I moved to get it but Jake got there first. As he answered it his whole body tensed up. “What the hell do you want?” he growled, jumping off of the sofa. I sat up so fast that it almost made my head spin. “Are you f**king drunk? he almost screamed down the phone. I watched him, feeling sick, knowing that my father was on the phone. “Yeah, so what? What are you gonna do about it, old man?” Jake spat, going red with anger. “We don’t want to see you, so f**k off. No. She doesn’t want to see you. I swear, if you come near her again I’ll kill you,” he growled, turning his back to me. “Actually, you know what, screw it, come over, come over right now. We’re home, come on over and let’s talk about it,” Jake suggested. What the hell is he doing? &ldqu
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